Preview

He sees the stars in Luhan's eyes as they lie next to each other, mattress pressing softly against their shoulders. It's a pressure Sehun likes, keeping him in place but easy to break. And then suddenly, when Sehun's phone rings, Luhan reaches over to grab it and removes the battery. When he looks back up at Sehun's big eyes, shocked and confused, he whispers “Don't tell anyone about me, okay?”

 

Sehun never planned to do so, wanting the other boy all for himself and not sharing him with anyone. Afraid that they will realize how much of a perfect angel Luhan actually was, snatching him away and not treating him right. Yet he couldn't help the “Why?” that emerged his lips, scared that there was once another thing Luhan couldn't tell him. Another secret he couldn't let Sehun in.

 

“Because they'll tell you I don't exist.” Luhan states as it is a matter of fact that everybody knows. “Why would they do that?”

 

“Because people are like that, Sehun.” Luhan answers almost annoyed, shifting his weight on the mattress “Because people are a bunch of evil and jealous bastards that will do everything to convince you that you don't deserve to be happy with me.”

 

Sehun's gaze shifts from the gorgeous eyes to the windows, to the black darkness outside and tries to figure if the roaring in his ears is the strong wind outside or the shallow breath beside him when a question crosses his mind he knows he won't receive an answer for, since Luhan leaves him when he doubts. “And?”

 

“Do I deserve it?”

 

 

 

 

“Why are you not eating anything?” Joonmyun asks, the worried expression on his face darkening the atmosphere on the whole table. It's a shame, Sehun thinks, because the sunny smile and bright attitude is the most handsome feature his hyung has and it's not worth wasting it on the fact that the tablet lying in front of Sehun was empty. Suddenly, all the eyes on the tables are set on him – even Jongin's, who was normally busy penetrating his boyfriend – and he could feel the sweat forming on the crook of his neck. The memory of Luhan's fingertips over the sensitive spot still lying on his skin.

 

Guilt spreads in Sehun's gut like asphalt smoke in humid air, blackeing soul and mind as he keeps silent, words begging to get set free but failing exhaustively. He doesn't want to lie, so he says nothing. Doesn't want to ruin another friendship, another relationship, another life just because he says something wrong, so he keeps quite. And Joonmyun looks into his bitter eyes with an equally bitter and disappointed glint in his.